Cat POV

When I woke up, I found that Luke and I were tightly curled together in a ball on the pantry floor. It was cold, but his warm skin was keeping the worst of it away.

Outside the pantry, I could hear the pitter-patter of light rain outside but the roar of the wind was gone, and I couldn’t hear any thunder anymore.

“Luke,” I whispered, shaking him gently.

He grunted and opened his eyes.

“Ugh, it is still so dark,” he ...